Dolly needs a massage. Bad. Her back is hurting. Man, did she go to the right place! But not for a massage. Steve begins the rubdown with cream. Seems professional, for a Brit anyway. He can't seem to keep away from her ass and butt crack while she's on her tummy. She flips over and he begins to work on her floppy, large tits. There's a lot of sweater meat to handle, rub and squeeze. Meanwhile the pressure in his bollocks is building.